{"id":302,"date":"2011-02-07T07:14:54","date_gmt":"2011-02-07T12:14:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bromee.com\/zen\/?p=302"},"modified":"2011-02-07T11:45:13","modified_gmt":"2011-02-07T16:45:13","slug":"radiation-vacation-here-we-go","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.bromee.com\/zen\/?p=302","title":{"rendered":"Radiation Vacation Here We Go!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I woke up, fell out of bed.  Dragged a brush across my head.<br \/>\nMade my way downstairs and had a stroll.<br \/>\nThirty-five on the treadmill and I was ready to roll.<br \/>\nMade my way upstairs and had a cup.<br \/>\nLooking up I noticed I wasn&#8217;t late.<\/p>\n<p>Picked up a guitar and strummed a few, realized I was out of tune.<br \/>\nGrabbed my electronic gizmo to fix the fault, played a few loops and had enough.<br \/>\nSo I thought I&#8217;d sit and start a stream, to tell you all about my morning routine.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;-<\/p>\n<p>So here I am day one of my first ever Radiation Vacation.  In a half and hour I take my Zofran, half and hour later my Temodar.  First one is supposed to make me not get nauseous and second is my chemo drug of choice.  Then an hour later I begin my vicious attack on Tawd&#8230;my brain tumor.  That little bastard has no idea what&#8217;s coming.  He thinks he&#8217;s got it all warm and cushy in there.  Wait till he get his first blast of accelerated protons&#8230;which will clearly ruin his day&#8230;and maybe put the fear in him.  I think that once  he gets the clue that he can expect this sort of torture every 24 hours he&#8217;ll get the hint that he&#8217;s not dealing with some sissy man.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8211;<\/p>\n<p>Dear Tawd,<\/p>\n<p>I hope you&#8217;ve enjoyed your stay.  Now get the @&#038;$! out.  <\/p>\n<p>Yours truly,<\/p>\n<p>Rob    <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I woke up, fell out of bed. Dragged a brush across my head. Made my way downstairs and had a stroll. Thirty-five on the treadmill and I was ready to roll. Made my way upstairs and had a cup. Looking up I noticed I wasn&#8217;t late. Picked up a guitar and strummed a few, realized [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-302","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-general-entries"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.bromee.com\/zen\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/302","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.bromee.com\/zen\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.bromee.com\/zen\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.bromee.com\/zen\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.bromee.com\/zen\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=302"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"http:\/\/www.bromee.com\/zen\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/302\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":307,"href":"http:\/\/www.bromee.com\/zen\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/302\/revisions\/307"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.bromee.com\/zen\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=302"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.bromee.com\/zen\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=302"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.bromee.com\/zen\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=302"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}